2.11.2006

Whims

Every inch of me wants to move
Up in the air like a hot air balloon
In the spring, the pulsating gets so strong
I can’t seem to ground myself
Nothing keeps me tied down

Yet the ropes of reality try to latch onto me
They cool my fires so that I no longer float above
Afraid I may be at peace
In letting the wind steer my gondola

From up here, I see my horizon
I have no fear because the distance is in my reach
Happiness is no longer a stranger
When you stop doing what you think is right
And set your inner guides free

So, when you float towards the heavens
And the air invites you to breathe
How can you deny the moment?
Instead just celebrate the speed

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